Thursday, 14 January 2010
Today’s post is dedicated to my sister friend, near her birthday. Born in Germany, mother, grandmother, practicing and agitating Catholic, peace worker, volunteer working with those with disabilities in Special Olympics, and for the last 10 years or so, children with HIV and Aids. For Gabriella, because knowing you has enhanced my life. The experience of raising my last child alone was less lonely because of my friends, including Gaye.
Today in history– Albert Schweitzer was born on this day in the year 1875. He lived 90 years and received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1952. A musician, writer, theologian and doctor- he was a healer in several senses. I use several quotes by him in my collages, but the favorite is this one. “Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.”
In his search for an ethical life, the following is from an article he wrote with a religion writer a week before his death. “Thus, to me, ethics is nothing else than reverence for life. Reverence for life affords me my fundamental principal of morality, namely, that good consists in maintaining, assisting and enhancing life, and that to destroy, to harm or to hinder life is evil.“
A protest of the increasing use of invasive procedures to search people in airports made the news two days ago. This one in Germany, and the film is mostly in German. Take a look-

Nobel Peace prize winner, Alva Myrdal said this. “Our world is hovering at the edge of an abyss, driven there by man’s unreason. One crisis is cresting on top of another… The sinister developments in the advance towards the brink of disaster all interact, worsened by the calamitous threat – namely the arms race and militarization. These essentially ethical problems of wars, weapons, and tools of violence have existed since time immemorial, but in the present era they have been deeply aggravated and will continue to be aggravated if a halt is not called for.” Check out the blog;
Not least, tomorrow is the anniversary not only of Martin Luther King’s birthday, but also my father. He was born in Philadelphia, worked hard all his life, a W.W. II veteran who was injured in France, he would have been 84 this year–if he hadn’t died when he was 54. We argued about my protesting Vietnam, while we watched the nightly scenes on our black and white television, of the fighting in the jungles there. It was an unreconcilable difference of opinion between us.
Somewhere in this world there may still exist a photograph of my daughter in her carriage at about a year and half of age, with a sign protesting a renewal of the draft (about 1981). In front of a tiny U.S. post office, in a little town in the Adirondack mountains. Taken by the bank manager who could NOT believe his eyes…an American protesting in his town… Protesting war!